The current state of Lucy's Central Park Hoodie - the body is finished and I have started the first sleeve.
The shift between New York and Newfoundland is always coloured by whatever happens to be going on at the time. It is a big shift - between city and rural life, between two countries, which may be similar but really have many, many differences, and between communities of friends and neighbors. Usually I feel a giant sigh of relief when we dock in Port aux Basques - home at last. Although Newfoundland is my adopted home, there is something of it in my bones, real or imagined. My mother's family being from here gives me the feeling that I returning to something that makes sense on a DNA level.
And yet.
When blogless Janine learned that I had given away my Kundert spindle, she offered to go get me another one, Kundert being about 1/2 hr. from her house. How could I say no? The new one arrived on Friday last week and is as wonderful as the first one. Lovely, lovely, lovely!
So what part of my practice did I really leave behind?
This is how Janine packed the spindle - in some raw, Icelandic fleece. Isn't it beautiful? And it worked perfectly as packing peanuts. Plus I get to spin it later. Raw fleece: the gift that keeps on giving.
So, instead of a settled sense of relief, I have been unsettled. One moment is grand, the next feeling like I am scrambling for solid ground. I guess that is about right for where I am placed right now and the direction I pointed myself.
Fire and ice.
Thank you for indulging me in this bit of navel gazing.
3 comments:
I am unsettled too, and I haven't gone anywhere! It's as if pointing my feet on a course caused satellites to collide around me, chaos even, and damn, but the path seems much less clear all of a sudden. Nothing bloggable (oops, not a word), very disheartening, and deeply discomfiting. Thankfully not involving my family and friends! Trying to remain steady and committed to my purpose regardless. Here's hoping we find steadiness despite the shifting ground!
Oh Patti, I do so know what you mean. I suspect that good will come out of all this - for me and for you. The lotus from the mud kind of thing. But in the meantime...
Hi Robyn,
It is quite a cultural shock for you every time you change countries and this time you are facing another winter, daunting to say the least. Please know that you can call on George and I if ever you need anything. And there will be knit nights and maybe some ice-skating if we are lucky.
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